Psyched to be part of the new issue of Gris Gris, the Online Journal of Literature, Culture and the Arts! Below is an excerpt from a new short story of mine called “Feed the Head:”
Above us, the droning. The grinding of drills in the rock. The sound of angels. They are still trying to rescue us, and that keeps us going. On the surface, seven hundred meters above, they have not given up. Numerous crews and steel drill bits are churning through the rock, hunting for us. The grinding sound works its way into our dreams. It creates a hollow sound in our brains and the distant vibrations transfer from rock to bone as we try to sleep in this stifling heat. The question is, how long will they hunt? Fourteen days and nights we have been trapped according to the clock. No one above even knows if we’re still alive. Our emergency rations were supposed to have run out seven days ago. The only sound more horrible than the drilling in the rock would be silence. At one point or another, we have all woken up from a dead sleep screaming because we thought we heard it stop.
Check the story out here.
